Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Warnings: AU to the nth degree. Mashing X1, comics, and Origins into something weird.
Notes: The big difference I see with this Rogue as opposed to the movie one is that she had to get a lot tougher at a quicker rate. You can't deal with Deadpool otherwise.
Fear Itself
by Fairady
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The insults and screams bounced off the metal walls of Rogue's prison. Ringing loudly in her ears and smothering her with the desperation even she could hear in them. Convincing her that there was no one out there to hear her.
She didn't stop though.
Even as her voice started to give out and her wrists started to bleed from her useless yanking on the cuffs. Even as her toes and heels bruised from her kicking the poles she was chained to. She didn't stop because stopping would mean giving up, and that would mean death.
Her death.
Rogue wasn't stupid. She knew that she wasn't going to survive what the old man was going to put her through. He wouldn't have gone through half the trouble to get her if that wasn't the case. And he'd gone through a lot of trouble. For her, for the entire set-up. It spoke volumes about his power and seriousness.
Most anyone else would have given up. Like the kids at the school. Most of them would have cracked and broken the moment they woke up tranq-dazed and cuffed. Too terrified to do anything but cry and sob.
She was Rogue though, and it wasn't in her to give up even if she was utterly terrified. So she yanked and yelled, coughed and bled. Fighting her own fear and doubts as an invisible clock counted down, and no one showed up to save her.
She didn't cry until after Wade showed up.
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